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Henri Pruniéres commenting on the music of Claude Debussy: He was the incomparable painter of mystery, silence, and the infinite, of the passing cloud, and the sunlit shimmer of the wavessubleties which none before him had been capable of suggesting. Achille-Claude Debussy		Thursday Nov 21, 2024
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Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Quote Author: John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

	John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
	(1922-1941) High Flight - poet.

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High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split cloudsand done a hundred things You have not dreamed ofwheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.